It Starts to Come Together

The next morning I had just enough time to organize the apartment (although there is hardly anything to organize) and get dressed before my mom arrives. I was thrilled that my mom was coming up to help but I must say I really wish my dad could have come as well. He was busy caring for my Grandmother and couldn’t leave. He is usually the one who handles the moves and though, during the process it drives all of us crazy, there is comfort in the fact that someone is taking care of it. I really missed that and I really missed him. He just has this presence that makes everything feel like no matter what, it’s going to be ok.

Anyway, I meet my mom on the street and walked her to my place. I must admit, I had down played the apartment, so the initial reactions would be better then expected. She loved the space. We weren’t there five minutes before jetting out to start the shopping process once again. After a long day of shopping (I believe we wound up back in the city around 10 or 11 in the evening), I started putting things together. At this point, I didn’t really have much, yet I had spent a fortune. We picked up a pizza and sat on the two chairs Sal and I had built on Tuesday and watched the Olympics. Then the two of us flopped onto the air mattress and slept the night away.

My mom had to wake up early to start her long drive up to Boston. So the next day I was again left to my lonesome. My mom left and about an hour later the Ikea Delivery people arrived with my furniture. My building has an intercom system so residents can let their guests in. Well my particular buzzer isn’t labeled correctly, so I get a phone call from the delivery boy telling me he is outside. I run out the door to let him in. He goes back out to grab the first piece of furniture and I try holding both doors open, only I seem to let go of the door that automatically locks, and of course I don’t have my keys on me. As the automatic lock door closes the guy comes in with a huge, heavy box and I just stare at him and say; “so I sort of just locked us both out of the building”. He looks at me with this dumb smile and just shrugs.

At this point a million thoughts are running through my mind on of which was “I’m an asshole”. I start thinking about how to break into my apartment. It should be noted that all these thoughts racing through my brain took all of a split second. Slightly humiliated, I start hitting every buzzer hoping that someone will pick up and let me in. If the didn’t work I was about to get all MacGyver but thank God someone wasn’t working and (though this really doesn’t bode well if someone was trying to break into the building) let me in. Once the furniture was in, I called my brother to rely my dumbass move for the day. He responded with “Welcome to New York” which has been a common response to the various adjustments I have been making.

I have a full day and a half to get the apartment in order before my mom arrives. So I roll up my sleeves, blast my music, and by the time my mom gets back at the apartment the next day, everything is built and in place. She was floored. She couldn’t believe the progress that happened in just a day. And that is where I will leave off tonight. There are still quite a few more stories about the actual process of getting my life in order and I have to say I really enjoying coming home from work and blogging. Thanks for stopping by.